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CONTENTS. 



Author 
Opening Piece 
The Hig-her Life 
The One Talent 

Launched, But Whitlier Bound 
The Silen t Think »-!• 
Ocean Wave . _ . 

Franse - - . . 

Tlie Unfinished Picture 
Music - - - . 

Spirit of Music 
Autumn Whisperings 
In Memory . . - 

The Warbler 
The Golden Seal 
Seeds We Sow- 
Stanza - - - - 
(lolden Glow - - - 
Eva - - - - . 
The First Quarrel 
The World ^s Work 
World's Work (2(1 
Snow Flakes 
Tribute 

The Value of Lifr 
Emblem 

The Harvest Rain 
Ode to Cobb (^reek. 
In the Dells of Wise. 
Sowing Seed 
Vapory Clouds 
The Little Coral 
Fiast Day of June 
Poet? No. 
The Night Blooming Cercus 



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Home Picture 


97 


Our Heroes _ - - 


90 


Famine in Japan 


1(H) 


Before the World Was 


101 


Kescue _ . _ 


106 


Sonnet - - 


107 


License . . _ 


lOS 


Sacred Scroll 


109 


Robin in the Kain 


110 


Building _ _ . 
Asteroid and (lalley 


111 


112 


Diamonds _ _ _ 


118 


To Clarencp 


114 


Oklahoma _ . . 


115 


March . - - 


llfi 


Amber Setting 


lis 


Be Not High Minded 


120 


Twilight C'anvon (Colo.) 


121 


The Violin'st 


122 


Honor For Honor 


128 


Thanksgiving Dinner 


125 


December 31st Midnight 


126 


To Mother - ^ _ 


127 


Delinquent - . . 


128 


Fac — Sm-i-le 


129 


The Crown - . _ 


180 


Life - . - . 


181 


The Grove of Olives 


182 


The Song of Children 


188 


Birthday 


184 


New Year Day 


186 


Lost - ' - 


187 


(■ontempt - . . 


189 


Sing - - . . 


140 


Infinite - . . 


141 


Truth-Sacrificed on the Altar of 




Sham 


142 


Baby Fingers 


148 


Prose 


144 



DEDICATED. 

The friend of jiiiiie wlier'er he l)e. 
In vapory dream on hilh)wey sea. 
In distant land or lieaven above. 
The one to meet is iruly love. 



Copyrighted 1907 by 

HARRIET AUGUSTA BROWN& 




HARRIET ALGLST A BROWNE. 



C^elestial things are beyond our power of 
expression, yet, those little glimpses of the 
heavenly throng, open up our thouglits to 
grander and purer purposes in life, and 
more tliorougldv tit us for the life beyond. 



THE HIGHER LIFE. 

In higher life to live and die, 

The dye is set beneath the sky. 
But who can tell the life apart 

Or how it came within the heart, 
And linked together as only one? 

And ever ready with the sun 
Its daily course to make it out 

Yet none doth know along the route. 

To mountain steep alone we climb. 

The way is winding. Oh hear the chime 
With light before to guide our step^ 

A weary way — no one we met ; 
And still we climb to heights above. 

While on beyond is scenes of love — 
Propels the action to meet it there. 

Where light above is alway fair. 

May I find on the other shore, 

The measure full to running o'er, 
When in it all I feel complete 

And with the same to truly meet ; 
Will I be there, the same as here 

With all to me so very dear? 
And all my wishes to provide 

And there to find them by my side? 



Then in a whisper I hear it said, 

Be not alarmed and nothing dread, 
All things above are truly fair, 

For God doth rule every-where. 
All things are just, and lighter grow 

With light and seed He doth sow ; 
In His hand I place my trust 

For little things will turn to dust. 

On mountain height I view the scene 

Where all is calm and just serene, 
Though not a mortal can I see 

I feel their presence just to be. 
Around, about. I am not alone 

With quiet stillness in every tone ; 
In twilight radiant, on heights I stand. 

The time which passes is truly grand. 



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THE ONE TALENT. 
Enjoy the little while it last, 
Tho' not a million to hold fast, 
Yet, with a spirit of content 
Grow in grace, witli no lament. 

He who hath a thankful mind. 
Doth give each day, of the kind. 
The song to lengthen as he pass. 
Through all his life, to the last. 

Sunbeams gather all the day, 
Tho' the night without a ray. 
In the heart the light may shine. 
For all eternity — and all time. 

It matters not the world t(> seek, 
A life to live — tlio' very meek. 
Doth brighter grow by little deeds. 
Of kindness shown for others needs. 

The span of life doth never run. 
Without a cloud — nor doth the sun 
In the sky from east to west 
Her daily course, when in her ])est. 

Grasp millions not, for daily ease, 
The care it brings will never cease. 
God gave those gifts to help mankind. 
Not hoard and dwarf the weaker mind, 



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The little things in natural life, 
So often missed in daily strife ; 
The greater ones we seek to gain, 
We miss them both, in sad disdain. 

We feel the gift tho' very small — 
In times of old, not bury all ; — 
It brighter grows in daily use, 
Tho', spurn the talent of abuse. 



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LAUNCHED. BUT WHITHER BOUND. 

CLASS OF 1907. 

Each one go forth to missions fill 
In broader iields to step at will ; 
To range in art or mystic realm, 
And steer her craft at the helm, 
Bring from real — some oft time scene 
Of greater worth than youthful dream. 

Meekly bend his will to state, 
Witli studious ways, — then ill forsake. 
The purer path and wiser course 
Of broader views and greater source 
To mortal man this age present 
Where he may climb to his intent. 

With higher aims than Grecian fields, 
Where statesmen grew as nature yields 
Her greater warriers and heroes bold, 
Went forth to gain — the story told. 
The type and worth of mighty things 
All down the ages it ever rings. 

^'But list I I hear the mighty sound 
Of tumultious seas all around ; 
Would they break and drown our fears? 
Or, send our hopes all to tears? 
Thus bring failure to life laid out 
And strew laid plans all about?" 



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To the strong is this my song, 

He who would must deny the wrong; 

Take the path — be sure the right 

Then follow on with all our might ; 

When boulders meet, then dynamite greet 

And place the trials beneath our feet. 

Oh miglity force. An unseen Hand 
All things in Thee are justly grand. 
We fathom not so broad a course 
As Thou hast made in Tliine resource ; 
The path is laid and we but fill 
Thin^ own work, to Thine own will. 

But now that we are '^Whither Bound" 
'Tis just the be.st to stand our ground; 
To make each one what he should be 
Just what the other would like to see ; 
And mind, the cla^^ must never wilt. 
But prove the Tens are out of guilt. 



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THE SILENT THINKER. 
A sliady groove beneath the sun, 

The glimmering light almost obscure, 
Tho' every day as each doth run, 
The little moments to secure. 

How oft in life to know the part. 
Assigned to man his moral riglit; 

He Avorketh well who fairly start 
The higher view^ his only sight. 

The portion giv'n would seem too small, 
To build and grow witliin the space, 

The starry heavens over all, 

Leadeth the way to every grace. 

Few there are — the gifted one. 
To sound his praises o'er the sea. 

The work they eacli have truly done. 
The only work they ever see. 

A thought encompassed by the pen. 
May ring eternally to the end — 

Tho' loudly claiming the voice of ten. 
May softly in its rythm blend. 

To each — the silent loving thought, 

In every life hath its part; 
No, vain glory strangely sought; 

With showers of sunshine o'er the mart. 



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He who hath but little giv'n, 
Worketh in a narrow sphere, 

Though in fold be it seven, 
Owns his portion never fear. 

Silent graces not alway broken. 
Faith and truth surround the token, 

Of brighter joy not alway spoken, 
A garland twined; scarcely open. 

The indwelling virtue of a quiet life, 
In realms abounding in eternal rest; 

No more to mingle with worldly strife 
To dwell in peace is for the best. 



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cx:ean wave. 

Butt'et, buffet, buffet, 

Thy head above the wave, 
Oan'st thou ever bear it? 

The heavy burden save ; 
The shore is out beyond you, 

To reach it you may gain 
The rest, so gh)riously afford you, 

Though toiling on tlie main. 

I fear that I may falter. 

Of all the duties here, 
So many, I would alter. 

Is ever true to fear. 
A higher Hand not my own, 

To guide along my erring craft, 
He alone is wisely known, 

To ease the burden and heavy draft 



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FRANSE. 
ROMANCE. 

''Oh ! list me away, 
I fain not to stay — 
Lost is my true love 
Roncle, Ronde, Oh Konde." 

Franse sang her sweetest song one summer 

day ; 
The echo resounded o'er treetop far away. 
'Tis Aveird the song of a broken life; 
The life that is given in loves pure strife. 

The beautiful ''Franse" witli rounded face, 
In sunny curls, and air of grace, 
Light of step and pleasant way, 
This is her song — which others say. 

Two lovers, as rivals — one plot for surprise, 
By a bandit of rovers at once to surmise. 
The one who was favorite was spirted away 
For a larger sum than Ronde could pay. 

While Ronde was poor, the other had wealth; 
When weighed in the balance also had 

stealth. 
Tlio' the i^lot had been planned 
Through a band of brigand. 



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The rival, then used his own soiled time, 
''While Ronde is away 1 will make her 

mine, 
No matter how — I will bring it about, 
I Franse must win — and li'):ide leave out." 

She spurned his touch and threatened to 

kill 
So vile a wretch wdio meant her ill; 
And from that moment knew not her kind; 
Strayed from home; — oif was her mind. 

''I'll l)uild Ronde a cottage, and vines Avill 
I grow, 

Of all the roses, wliere seeds I will sow ; 

And lay out the border, far away o'er the 

land, 

Where music will echo, — and he will un- 
derstand." 

She built her home as a little bower; 
Where the sunlight peeped and fell the 

shower. 
She loved it all — so strange and wild. 
And all those days' seemed but a child. 

Flowers she grew at every turn ; 
The fallen tree, she made her urn. 



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Covered with vines and blossoms sweet, 
And o'er the ledge, they grew at her feet. 

The squirrel jumped from tree to tree. 
And built his nest, so blithe was he; 
In Autumn days' when nuts were ripe 
Stored away; then on the branch his notes 
he piped. 

He told of his store, he had picked from 

the ground, 
But never a word, where they might be 

found. 
Standing straight up, on Iiis hind legs. 
He looked, as though they might be pegs. 

Months had passed-there seemed no change; 
She sang as ever, along her range. 
Those who heard — pronounced it queer. 
Though wild she was, there seemed no fear. 

Her voice was sweet, and strangely fine. 
And when she sang, they knew her mind. 
The heavenly lyre might catch the strain; 
But mortal never — the hearts refrain. 

**This is his home, I too, am here. 
Waiting for K(mde — I know he'll appear." 
She sang of her lost one, o'er hill and dale. 
Her cause was known, all through the vale. 



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Noii6, dared to meddle with her mind, 
Tho' proof we have of the kind. 
And thus it ran from day, to day. 
Then lived it out in her own way. 

A stranger one day, passed that way — 
Thought to enter, when to his dismay. 
Was told the story of Franse's home ; there 

she had lived. 
How she had been found, and saved, 

By a friend who had called at her home, — 

found her in sleep 
Not to awaken, for it seemed very deep. 
Franse was taken to the kindest of homes; 
Where the care of a nurse and the doctor 

would come. 

No one so lonely, but who has a friend; 
The great Giver of all is surely to send;J 
A spirit though clad in homely attire. 
May prove in the end, his one great desire. 

She had lain in stupor, many a day. 
The doctor had said^^ 'Arouse she may/' 
Yet, all his efforts, proved vainly tried 
At last he said, — "There are many who 
have died." 



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In her sister's home, at the close of clay — 
They had taken her there, from her home 

away. 
^'Franse;" said a soft voice at the side of 

her l)ed ; 
She opened her eyes — ''Who is there, I 

thonght Iiim dead?" 

Then silently eank, into a dead like stupor, 
From whence lu r name had jnst aroused her. 
Still, hope we ever, as life doth last; 
Those brighter days we lived in the past. 

Ten days had now passed, since last she 

said,- 
" Who's there, I thcaight him dead." ^ 
It was early morn — not yet sunrise — 
When all at once — Franse opened her eyes. 

''Praytell-me-all-so-sick-I-have-been. 
I scarce remember-a thing-since then. 
0-where-is-Ronde — I heard-him call 
Oh,-wliere-am I-this rooui is small." 

Ronde had come; and since that night, 
Had stayed to know her mind was right. 
With her fulh sense, she gazed about. 
But seemed very weak-and not quite stout. 



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Ronde, stood at the door, then entered tlie 

room — 
**0h Ronde, — you have come, — Init not too 

soon." 
Not a word could they utter. Each heart 

to full 
Of anguish, and trials, to each seemed null. 

The deeper thoughts are hid from eye, 
Tho' oft we reach it with a sigh. 
Where words doth never give relief, 
In silence then, we brood our grief. 

The chain of events — so shapen our life. 
Mid pleasant places, and flowers rife ; — 
That duties come in, as links to the chain, 
And fasten them there, to klick again. 

Franse gained health, and fairly recovered. 
Tho' once their lives seemed strangely sev- 
ered. 
Love, says the adage, ''never runs smooth." 
Yet, youth and first love, herein proved. 

The story soon told, how the sum that was 

paid 
By the rival, to tlie bandits, and tlie plan 

was laid, 



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To spirit away, to the Philippine Isle, 
And blind the retreat to the source of the 
Nile. 

The smaller Isle of tlie Philippine group; 
It was the one where anchored the little 

sloop. 
Ronde was joyous, that no cannibel Isle 
Was to hide him away all the while. 

For ten long years, no transport landed, 
On the shores of the Isle, where Ronde was 

stranded. 
One day — as he was wandering along the 

beach ; 
A ship hove in sight, far out, as eye could 

reach. 

Ronde signaled the thing — with might and 

main. 
When it reached his port he saw twas gain ; 
He sailed about. — And now at home. 
Events-of the past, since Ronde was home. 

Mated in heaven, is truthfully said. 
When those herein mentioned were truly 

wed* 
The devoted love, of the purer mind 
Sanctifies life of the saintly kind. 



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THE UNFINISHED PICTURE. 
D . . . . Lake, Wisconsin. 

The shapely rock in nature prove 
A stronger liand in man to move; 
In imitation, lie moulds in art 
A painted picture — in mind to start. 

Work he by day, and unto niglit 
Tlie art to catch in ideal light. 
The ])rusli n'er fashions his desire 
Tho' oft the touch; he now doth tire, 

His brow is clouded. Paints to mix 
Just in size — tints to fix. 
Projecting rocks hang o'er the cliff. 
With slight foundation on the riff. 

He scrapes the paint off the pallet, 
I have the art but not the talent 
To fix on canvas a scene so rare — 
On my memory, I'll fix it there. 

The artist oft with poet's pen 
(No easy matter for common men) 
Do lay aside the brush of art 
And thus from real n'er depart. 



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The Poet took his pencil finii, 
To try in line what he discern 
Along the shore of ''Devil's Lake," 
Tracing the picture for nature's sake. 

''The current within its basin turn 
Holds its portion as doth the urn. 
No one, has made a dive to find 
The real depth — for wiser mind." 

"Numerous fish tliere make their home 
'Where rod and hook may ever come' 
So said the the boy with bait in hand 
As he drew from water a trout to land." 

The ledge along the waters edge. 
High above where rock and sedge — 
Along its crevice the pine-tree cling 
In growth to prove — "I am the king." 

Beautiful ferns one may see. 
To fill his basket, bend the knee — 
When fern'ries start all o'er the land. 
'Tis beauteous now on every hand. 

A legend, in the savage state. 
Who held strict guard o'er his mate; 
The burial ground w^e plainly see, 
A terrace long, presented he. 



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In summer time an outing find 
At ''Spirit Lake;" now rest the min( 
In scenery take all nature's art, 
None to mar the sacred chart. 

Yea; s — along the age of time, 

The {)eauties gather in one sublime; 

Form a wreath to cover all — 

Go hang on memory's saintly wall. 



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MUSIC. 

Music — (Juu we grasp it, 

And liold it to ear? 
Can we eat it, drink it. 

And fold it here? 

Can we see it, smell it 

And make good cheer? 
Can we press it, melt it 

And make something dear? 

The key to music, now on the throne, 
Joy for each in scenes well known. 
To seek a treasure and find it sown 
In the heart of each, to all unknown. 



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SPIRIT OF MUSIC. 
SONNET. 

From unknown realm's I catch the strain, 

Its rythm l)lends in melody; 
From infinite world's a sweet refrain, 

The choir celestial in sympathy. 
The higher notes are clearer still, 

As they part from whence they came. 
To the echo o'er the hill, 

And forever prove the same. 
Music mad! I love thee ever. 

Spirit of song to thee w^e greet I 
Joy of life, and light together. 

In music's gift thou art complete. 



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AUTUMN WHISPERINGS. 

Through the leaves I hear the rustle, 
As they stir by zephyrs breeze; 

Through the porcli and covered trestle, 
Hear the niuruiur of the trees. 

Seareli eacli crack and every crevioe 
Wliere it creeps with warning tone 

Of the winter and its furnace 

With tlie warmth of another zone. 

Mind the murmur as it tells us, 

Of the happy summer past. 
Just the leaves now are trem'lous, 

Tho' the (lowers may ever last. 

In the memory, if no other 

Bright and best tliose little thii-gs 

Turn to gladness one an other 
And in friend-sliip often sing. 

Thro' the vale and o'er the hillt:);). 

Gome the sound of autumn win;-, 
Strong and fierce when branches 1 p. 

Before the gusts — where trees d;lli l)end. 

Tumble weeds all in motion 

Wind to guide its needy sail, 
O'er the plain still in action 

Leaves no mark in its trail. 



Of tho gold — and of tlio airi')or, 
All the line tluit nature yield; 

In the wind I hear the whisper 
Of the grain that's in the field. 

In every place it tells its tale, 
Of the sorrow and its anguish 

Of the needy in the vale, 

How, far away, y^t they languish. 

Man to build and wind to blast. 

At times it proves the stronger twain- 

Of the fire, to the last 
And riot run as if insane. 

Yet to me, the whispering breeze 
Wafts o'er land its better trend. 

As spirit to the spirit course 

For life, its purpose here to mend. 

Whisperings from the anthems great, 
In higher realms, they keep it there 

The breezes waft it for our sake 
Here on earth we get our share. 

The ear in tune to better things. 
The inner life in pruner's hand 

Then spiritual good it often brings 
The way of life in great demand. 



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With autumn breeze I fain would part, 

It tells me of the poems rare 
Ever written from tlie heart, 

With truth as ever in its care. 

The breath of wind on Eolian harp, 
Touched hj fairy and his art, 

in sweeter strains tlian cupid's dart. 
In melody, from early start. 

To celebrate the reign of flora. 

For all the beauties and grandeur seen. 
When in summer we lived a story 

Some-thing real, — not all a dream. 

The ])reezes stir my thought to motion. 

Must I pen it to the world ; 
How the whisper, or the action. 

Must be true as purest gold? 

What is man, that he should stuml)le 
O'er the wealth of worldly gain, 

And of fate he oft doth grumljle 
When the way is very plain. 

Avaunt, the world with princely pride 
And diamonds on its very throne; 

I see the glitter by its side. 
Yet far away, be its zone. 



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The bard may tell a brighter story 

For he leads in truer air 
In liis wake and all his glory, 

The sun will shine — all is fair. 

The wind I hear — cannot see it, 
'Tis heaven laden like a breath 

Of One whose life is really in it. 
Or like the world in great distress. 

The sigh — or sough and stronger throe, 
Of nature heaves a weary sigh ; 

The wind it whispers to me so 

And tells me of the sunshine nigh. 

From the liouse-top to the corner 

It ever swerves to meet its state 
To budge a bit for the runner 
Was never known to be its fate. 

Through the castle and cottage lowly. 
Oft it whispers of its cause. 

Tells the story now so slowly 
To the ending and its clause. 

The poet raised his richest fancy 
To the wind tliat did him good: 

As the zephyrs came on dancing 
By the way wherein he stood.. 



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I may write oi the whisper, 

How oft-times I hear it say 
Faith and promise to the listiier 

All is tliine unto the day. 

The hallow'd s;)iigh adown the chimney 

And the story it told to me 
Of a life beyond the dreamy, 

Where my love I oft may see. 

But list. I hear the timely voice 
The end so near, and yet so far. 

Now is the time to make your choice 
The higher life beyond the star. 

The birds' have llown far away, 
(Yet, the sparrow to us left) 

Of my clioice I here might say. 
Then tlie robin is tlie l)est. 

''Breathe I now the breath of autumn," 
"O'er the land my richness strew. 

Of the fragrance where I brought them 
With a sprinkle of the dew." 

OVr the broadest of the waters, 

High above dash the wave. 
O'er the ship it doth spatter 

Yet, all on board it may save. 



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He who calms tlie mighty ocean, 
Tho' His hand be broad and strong, 

Still will temper all the motion. 
And control the vastly throng. 

Heavy drought's of autumn's breeze 

More than books I ever read. 
The windy sails far o'er the seas 

Bringing thoughts in time of need. 

Autumn whisperings frought with color 
Witli all the hue the rainbow sends, 

To the maid who waits lier lover 
By the willow as it bends. 

In happy moments then I linger 
Heights of bliss I fain would prove. 

When I step beyond the river 
All my fears would then remove. 

In my ear I hear the murmur 
Of the sweets of life it brings; 

Let it be all througli the summer 
And of life it ever sings. 

In majestic swiftness, the storm clouds 
whirl, 
Loosed from tlieir mooring witli pressure 
rent ; 



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The darkened mass is forced to whirl 
The fury in it — is strangely spent. 

Among the leaves the fairies whisper, 

Of the dying, of the year. 
And the newly coming sister 

Wreathed in roses — without a fear. 

More than life — more than love, 



More than gold and diamonds to( 



Came He, in truth, from al)ove 
To the work. He planned to do. 

Thus in life a l)urden bearer. 

When the Savior proved it tlius; 

And a life is but a carrier 
(3f the duties placed in us. 

He so great, and yet so lowly 
To the needy gave a hand; 

Walked He })y the wayside slowly 
And for others took His stand. 

Tlianks! for all those giv'n treasures, 
Witli the dainties of the board ; 

With Thanksgiving and its measure's 
To the poor we can afford. 



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IN MEMORY. 

The liouse is lone I find her not 

Where once lier presence; I've not forgot 

In every room and garden too, 

Where beauties grew and not a few. 

The flowers bloom in their life 

And vied with others and still survive. 

I've searched about, no one I find 

The one I knew for all time ; 

Her place is vacant. I find the chair 

But not a sister can I find there ; 

The flowers may know that she did tend 

But never a word to me send. 

A spirit pure seems to guide each day 

For every plant has its way, 

A force not seen by mortal eye. 

With tender care, — (A gentle sigh 

Put forth its sound) "The end might be 

With the flowers as you see." 

The opening flowers in sweet perfume 
A life may linger, and still resume 
In memory, like flowers too; 
The deeds remain that were ever true. 
While lasting on beyond the years 
They live forever, soothing tears. 



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A life is all that we can claim 
Its fullness ever will still remain. 
The mortal passes we know not where 
But let us live to meet her there. 
Great God in heaven i^repare the way 
That step by step we gain the day. 



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THE WARBLER. 



The pinioned bird may liigjier iiy, 
To reach far out — and near the sky, 
As thought, to take on higher wing 
When near to earth, it must ever sing. 

A little warbler, the meadow lark. 
Oft sings his song when nearly dark, 
Just then to light sunshine l)ring 
While oft on air we hear it ring. 

His notes are nearly all the same. 
Yet the bird is not to blame 
With rythm in his every note, 
In rapture too, his song he broke. 

Then trilled away while on the wing, 
To rich and poor alike he sing. 
To cheer the world while at its work 
And just the same for the shirk. 

Ne'r stops to think, how oft he's heard 
Tho' aided not l)y timely word: 
Of solo songs, that blend on air 
To gifted ones who climb the stair, 



Thus, sing above the higher rung, 

To guilded music ever sung ; 

The notes wliich trill from mountain top. 

The very poor, is furnished not. 



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THE GOLDEN SEAL 



Tho' lives doth lead in a different way, 
As separate paths oft doth stray ; 
Where each the goal is sure to win, 
"When all dispel the works of sin. 
The blind to lead, — light to find 
In sightless orbs the steady mind. 
To grasp the art when here presente d, 
And touch the lyre as just intended. 

The purpose grand in labor's love, 
The shrouded mind to bring above, 
Misfortune's gift of mortal woe's, 
Bright as the sun when first it rose. 
A gleam of light to mind is giv'n. 
Out of the truth it now is riv'n ; 
The outer temple tho' oft it be — 
In darkness clad, — the soul dotli see. 

Merit gains in every clime 

Just to teach in all time 

The rythm catch with every note. 

To claim attention and denote 

How slightly nature endows the gift. 

Yet held for others a generous rift : 

To make the best of wiser ways 

The artist is deserving praise. 



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The ''Temple Beautiful" beyond th(,' cloud, 
We learn from promise proclaimed aloud. 
With lighter sounds we are entrapt, 
With songs of birds we are enrapt; 
The gracious gift of birds alone, 
With sightless orbs doth oft atone ; 
For music wells within my breast, 
With higher aims I am behest. 

In Brittan'y's myth of a story-legend, 
(Land of the peasants numbering legion) 
Red-breast robin that plucked the thorn, 
From ''The Jesus Brow" already torn; 
The ])lood then spurted on robin's l)reast 
Gave tliem the red they now possess. 
Beautiful l)ird on topmost tree. 
Singing his song to you and me. 

The little stream doth wend its way 
To greater ones, through many a day; 
Its course may run to depth of ocean 
Night and day, continual motion ; 
Where life abounds without number. 
And nereid's dream of worlds of thunder. 
Where stars are set in diamond cases. 
And warriers' run their splendid races. 

The lesser truths ; He knoweth all 
The saintly pardon since the fall. 



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In other worlds strange stories told, 
Witli prayer alone tliey unfold 
The truthful vein, where it doth run 
In many a way beneath tlie sun. 
Some nu)ve across the watery deep, 
Wliile others at the bottom sleep. 

To sunny land's the artist went 

To teach the blind is his intent. 

In patient movement it was planed 

To meet the call in foreign land ; 

Wliere faithful workers were in demand; 

Tho' scant the number now on hand; 

To bring the mind to outer liglit 

And learn the music without sight. 

From southern France there came a call, 
A larger city than the Breuil, 
Land of tlie olive and mulberry tree, 
Silk, and silkworm one may see ; 
Peasants too in numerous nuni])er, 
Happy spirits in home-clad amber; 
Just in vogue, the blind student-school, 
Where labor of love, is forever the rule. 

Blind minstrels oft doth give delight. 
The chords they touch send a gleam of light 
Beyond the scene of musical rytlim, 
n thoughtful mood, of infinite giv'n. 



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It carries the list'ner beyond the cloud, 
Soft and melodious, — really not loud 
While voicing the love not to mention 
Yet proving a truth with due attention. 

Chapter II. 
Lad and lassie roam the heather. 

Birds of song on shrub abounding, 
Happy they in summer weather, 

S;)ng of praise to their surrounding. 

Stars above in azure setting 

In there splendor shedding light — 
To the weary n'er regretting 

The glittering luster dazzling bright. 
List! To the echo — far off harpist. 

O'er the hill and sunny vale : 
Resounding notes of music's artist 

Echoing ever, o'er the dale. 

Youth in all his varying plan. 

Embodies gifts of rare possession ; 

Where time unfolds and makes the man, 
With none to taunt in vain aggression. 

In the romance of real life. 

Higher gifts hold the name. 
With little thing we ever strive 

To gain admission to the same. 



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The lowly life may ever stand 
A huge colossel of facts minute ; 

And still deny the prize at hand 
But 1( ok beyond for stronger light. 

Age, 'tin he, the true possessor; 

He who lived to unfold the roll. 
With the proof of slight trangressor. 

On the surface of the scroll. 

Knowiii^; one's duty, and doing it well; 

Denying one's self all lighter form. 
Pruning the tree e'er the bud doth swell, 

Well does it stand amid the storm. 

The busy mind doth oft impart 
Wisdom's way from out the mist. 

Strength and grace to every heart — 
The poor and needy to assist. 

Tlie things that are real. 

Those things which are true, 
Tliey oft come with trial 

Wherever they are due. 

Music, survived the line arts of Greece, 
When others were lost on Olympian 
height. 

Minerva rushed down to rescue her niece, 
Arrange the battle and make it right. 



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On AFTER III. 

The musical world. Ride to hades, 
Also grand nuisic, — ride of Valkyries ; 
Tlie lofty is reached in sublime adoration; 
Hades, may take us all through creation. 
With stronger faith we enter heaven, 
Passing by the Pleiades seven, 
Music full, we rise thus far. 
The measure lasting to reach the star. 

Garlands lianging o'er the height; 
Olive wreaths tempt the wight; 
In vapory mirage, tlie air's delusion 
Arrange a city, — to vain illusion; 
To eacli of those we may aspire 
Yet grasp not one^ of all desire. 
But tlirough tlie effort came the gain, 
In higher joy's out goes the fame. 

M. Koden at work with his chisel rare, 
8eat the ])lind muse in his one-arm chair; 
Tlien catch a line e'er it speeds away 
In early eve or break of day. 
Where channels deeper than outward vein, 
Oatch the ecdio of a minor strain, 
Kesound again in deeper tliought, 
Along the line so early sought. 



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Moments I build a towering castle, 
Ages, o'er it cast a silvery mantle. 
In the whirl of time — arraigning 
Thought is voiced in words containing, 
The great truths from the l)eginning. 
Give them song, ye harpist winning. 
Lively strains send spiritual mirth, 
While solid facts. bind men to earth. 

Of all the talents none so rare 

As one most guarded, with inmost care 

For one who makes his talent shine 

To help or aid all numkind ; 

Aiul bring aV)()ut a pleasure grand 

(Minute as ever the grains of sand) 

To him is all deserving praise. 

Loud and high, the anthem raise. 

Music, with art and labor's lore. 

The school established as none before; 

The blind musician's of world renown 

Thus went forth as seed is sown 

Ln deepest soil. Thus giving sound 

To mirth and gladness all around. 

The clouds may gather as dark as night. 

Then drift away when all is bright. 

Chapter IV. 
Along tlie patli — tho' the daily winding 
In the distance came the crossing; 



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To the true and noble life 
Ever onward doth he strive ; 
Full of health and honest aim 
Higher views prove all the same. 
Through defeat he oft doth gain 
A wiser counsel for his name. 

On the eve of the gloaming 
When the spirit oft is roaming; 
As autumn leaves o'er moorland scatter 
For the earth her richest matter; 
Far and near the zephyr wafting 
O'er mead and meadow odors passing : 
And thus to meet — each predestine 
At heading waters of the Rhine. 

Vows exchanged at the meeting; 
Inner light shone forth at greeting, 
Time oft tells the real truth — 
From lieaven's own it comes forsooth ; 
Where deeper love may often brood, 
In varying plans of different mood. 
Amid the stars, or deepest ocean, 
The seal is set, with less emotion. 



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SEEDS WE SOW. 

Buried liopes I long to find 

The sacred mound where it is found ; 
To know it built of its kind 

Along tlie shores of Ocean's sound; 
Where waves do dash in mighty storm 

To cover o'er the mortal form. 

Tho' heart doth bleed and soul is rent 

Amid the foes of rival sin ; 
And all the earth with trials sent 

With mortal man above the din. 
The step we take is also dark. 

We knew it not from the start. 

We grope our way heaven only knows 
Where it may lead unto the end. 

'Tis l)itter-sweet for he who sows 
The smallest seed which he doth send; 

Bitter, if in his path he strew 
The sweets of evil and his view. 

Yet, deep away the plan is laid 

To fill it up is but the woof. 
To build the work as life is made 

Along the ages in man's behoof; 
The scroll of life for each is fixed 

And oft at times, 'tis sadly mixed. 



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The world lit-eye may never find, 
The sacred spot wliere buried liope, 

Lie snugly near that of its kind 
As spirit dream of heaven denote. 

And high above the scene of woe, 
Where they Hed before the foe. 

The bird that Hies on fairy wing, 
Thy place on earth thou do'st fill. 

While oft thy mission is to sing, 

And from thy throat send out a trill ; 

An easy life it seems to be. 

We know it not, although we see. 

When fear takes Aving vre often siug 
Light of heart and broad of view : 

From stars above we often bring 
The hopes of years in celestial dew; 

The spring of youth then doth flow, 
When through life tlie seed we sow. 

Unroll tlie scroll that I may read 

Tliat I have soAvn through the years, — 

But chaif — I fear, and little seed, 

The seed may grow, througli my fears, 

Bn. if it was, good seed instead 
The cliatf may burn till it is red. 



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The higher place — wiien we know 
Wliat we sow througli eacli day, 

And tlie kind we did sow 
Let it be, as it may, 

Tliy I jndgnient just, we may ])e sure 
And ever after, just endure. 



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STANZA. 

Failure — least of all to win, 
Oft we meet it, free from sin ; 
In the sphere where spirit roam, 
Would we there be still at home? 
Some kindred spirit of our kind, 
Better grown through purer mind, 
Who live above the earthly woe, 
Where strife and toil never go. 
I fain would live-beyond the cloud. 
In thought — if not proclaimed aloud; 
In deepest eyes I meet the same. 
Pure in thought, and not profane; 
The inner soul in light doth shine. 
Its radiance cast; from God Divine. 



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GOLDEN GLOW. 

Borrowed heat doth largely flow 
The flower's tint to color l)right, 
With varying ray's expressing light, 
When from the earth they finely glow. 

From darkened paths one turns to light, 
Tho' the way seems drear from toil. 
And manor near the very soil, 
Yet golden glow appear in sight. 

The brigliter scenes remain in life 

Tlie Aveary oft may fail to see 

The little craft on open sea. 

Whose anchor trends above the strife. 

^'Golden Glow" — thou art — sunshine's art 
To brighten still the weary way. 
As travelers pass thee every day. 
Thy dwelling place to us impart. 

The glow will reach the faintest heart, 
To strengthen and sustain each way, 
Wliile liastening on the golden day, 
With heavenly blessings for each a part. 



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EVA. 

The vine covered porch, neath broad branch- 
ed trees 
Each zephyr stiring in June dark leaves. 
Nature in her gh)ry, as kissed by the sun ; 
The murmur of waters in the distance run. 

A maiden fair with book in hand, 

Sat under the vine, quite near the stand. 

"This story proves my life to me; 

It runs in a channel I like to see.'' 

Still musing o'er the tale she had read — 

"My plan to live is here well said; 

So much in life I do despise, 

Too much a sham with many lies." 

"This tale here written, I love it best. 
Not move in life, like all the rest; 
My journey made and all complete. 
When late in life, my lover meet.'^ 

"To make an effort and win the way; 
As oft to find, and here must stay; 
The kindest thing for those who are, willing, 
To grope in darkness and hold a sliilling." 

"I would build — no castle, of airy dome, 
A cottage plain would by my home, 



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The nesting bird her warblers raise; 

And he, may sing to lieaven their praise." 

The sands of life doth never run, 
Along the dial tliat rules the sun; 
Nor made l^y hand along its course, 
'Tis proof enougli from whene tlie source. 

We reacli far-out to grasp, the wild un- 
known, 
And happy, to w^in in seed not sown : 
Youth seems never, as in distant years; 
Time developes ever, all fruitless fears. 

The mother sickened and passed away; 
A lovely lady, with pleasant way : 
Yet not to earth, came she to stay; 
Of deepest grief, we are prone to say — 

The father who had long been ill; 
Felt the change, tho' helpless still; 
His sunny nature veiled the cloud ; 
"Once more I bow," said he aloud. 

The listener, who, not far away, 
Caught up the sound now held at bay ; 
I'^rom moan and sob of deepest grief, 
That came from heart with no relief. 



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'^Since two short years — my plan was laid; 
'Tis all oer 'thrown. Amid the thorns I must 

tread ; 
No flowers,— along my path to gladden 

hours. 
Father — with all my strength a happy home 

shall be ours." 

Eva made the silent pledge — now to her 

father went — 
''Father, dear father — I am sent, 
To cheer you — to help your declining age; 
Grieve no more — I will be your sage." 

"My youthful dream is ever ended. 
To follow in true light — my life is mended. 
I here bow, to the ruler of the All-wise. 
My father — I am bound to you by natural 
ties." 

"My brother gone, and far away; 
I am sure I know not this very day; 
An unknown grave may l)e his lot, 
I know not where — the mission spot." 

Three years advance in the rule of time, 

The sun above — and all is thine. 

The ant, with lier lal)()r seems lieavy to 

bear. 
May gain by a neighbor, and with him share. 



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Broad the view, and narnnv the way, 
'Tis hotter to have, hut little to say. 
Tho' lahor and love, seems but a duty — 
The more of love, and less of beauty. 

The last I fear is sure to fade. 
But wliere is love, that beauty made. 
Oft-time the heart, from it doth flow 
Vain desires from weeds doth grow. 

The soul mirrored in purity and love. 
As the stars whicli shineth far above. 
It lights the world with its twinkling 

liglit, 
Forever — the eye, the mirror of sight. 

The wisest course — here, Eva maintained. 
For the trend of her life still renuiined. 
The broadest path through life she went. 
Bowing ever, to the mission sent. 

The brother came from o'er the sea. 
Truly a branch, of the paternal tree. 
Fatlier and daughter, grew stronger in 

spirit ; 
While greeting the one, who was truly in 

it. 

The father gained in natural health. 

In view of the just-an abundance of wealth. 



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The one in her mind, she had promised to 

wed, 
Came in due season — so each of them said. 

The lillies bloom along her path ; 
The darkest night does not last — 
The wildest storm from heaven is sent — 
The trials of mean, are surely ment. 



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THE FIRST QUARREL. 

Harry was saying, as he caine into tlie room, 

I've l)rought you home, your iirst new 
V)room ; 

The house is governed, l^y night and l)y 
day, 

By the sway of the broom, as nothing else 
may ; 

The webs from the corners you oft can re- 
move, 

And try it again — as often may prove. 

The ''Motor'' — of the house, you will lind 

it to be. 
When wisely used — (])ut not on me;) 
How soft the brush, to clean all dirt. 
But never try, with the broom to liirt : 
It wields much power when rightly used, 
Yet, sad the hour — when mucli abused. 

To shoo the chickens from the door. 
You flirt it so — and sometimes more : 
Yet — the handle is no use at all, 
Just to stand against the wall; 
The brush is soft, aiul very meek, 
It glides along, at your very feet. 



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She grabbed the broom from out his hand- 
'''Tis quite enough — is my last command; 
You told me not to flirt at all, 
And here you teach it — tho' very small ; 
To use the handle, and on^you try it. 
The ''Motor power" — how do you like it?" 

'Must how much — where are we at? 
The cob- webs too — from out your hat ; 
I like to brush them out of that." 
The "Motor power" — I herein grant it; 
While the lesson-test, settles the matter. 
That each were mad, as-a-hatter. 

The motive power ran smooth and quiet. 
In the home Avhere once was riot; 
Compromise made the broom a factor, — 
For peace and pleasure as an actor. 
The drama closed and all was settled. 
Where once on time the house was nettled. 



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THE WORLD'S WORK. 

FIRST PART. 

The World's Great Work, 

Tho' sad it be 
When tlie crucified Lumb 

Was nailed to the cross. 
The wicked may flee 

From the wrath to come 
Kedemption set free 

By the death of the son. 

Darkness veiled the sinful deed, 

To earth alone belong the woe, 
Ciiaracter here produced the seed, 

Lack of it — proved his foe. 
The greatest act in the world of sin. 

The cruel scene on Calvary's cross. 
Trial mock of Sand-he-drin, 

Death they hid behind the loss. 

Out of chaos much good may rise, 

The world was made in one great mass, 

Divison after, by the All-Wise; 

The broadest oceans He spread enniass; 

Mountains, hills, and valleys here abound, 
The starry heavens direct the thought; 



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Vast is the work the earth surround, 
Yet man aknie, in trespass sought. 

Garden of Eden — waters of the Euphrates, 

Ek)wers of the land, with lily's fair, 
Lily of the valley, with flowering trees 

Tlieir fragrance waft on morning air: 
The wind stirs gently tlie violet blue, 

Its modest betrayal in lowly fold ; 
The air is heavy with odors true, 

Of fruits of the valley, in colors of gold. 

'Tis beautiful morning after the fall ; 

The garden so tempting, for mortal to 
dwell ; 
Their fate just turned-they lost it all 

And fled from the garden, their back to 
the wall. 
The scene portrays the character of men, 

Go through the world to hud it so ; 
The lack of it, proves as then 

The downward way to easily go. 

Eve said — ''The Lord has driven us out. 

His second command to till — 
Be fruitful, multiply, replenish the earth. 

We go forth to o])ey him still; 



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The Held is broad, the work is great 
One single pair — obey — His will; 

A gleam of hope we here may take 

Percluuice — one pair — the earth to iill." 

Eve spake to Adam in voice wise, 

''Of the apple tree and its purport 
No other way could this arise 

To fill the plan of His support. 
And bring to earth a mighty force 

To till the ground. The garden seen. 
How great the debt; with sad remorse, 

Life to me, seems but a dream." 

The first to strike the fatal blow 

Was Adam's son who was Cain 
Raised his hand that blood might tlow 

And proved him wicked to his aim : 
In early life, the seed was sown. 

The evil held his sinful sway 
Wlien in the garden yet not known 

Before the life had come to day. 

Wars exist, and men doth strive 
In all the ages adown the line ; 

The stronger ones the battle drive. 
The weaker ones abide their time. 

The world is waged in party strife, 
The wildest ox in him is battle; 



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Discord moves in every life 
Tliat peace alone can often settle. 

Century's encircle the years of time, 

Light doth shine o'er the land of Spain; 
Tho' others worship at Hades shrine, 

Mid war and strife it will remain. 
The timely move of Adam's race, 

Along the centuries of future time. 
The Hand above we often trace 

In dillerent land's, and other clime. 

Tradition said — He was blind, 

A vision wrought and worded here ; 
Not a man of common mind 

Reacliing out a])()ve his sphere. 
He trusted ever in gods of Homer, 

Brouglit to earth his fiery steed. 
Bent his spear in hot midsummer. 

Then soar away to chivalrous deed. 

The great reformers, of ages past, 
Wlio to the world conveyed the fact. 

That papal view was not to last. 
The way to lieaven a righteous act; 

Go seek it out in Adam's race. 
Slow to build in trutlr 



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Yet light is shining. Hero we trace 
The grace of God in men arouse. 

Peter, Paul and Luther, here, in name; 

Tlie work they wrought, in scripture told; 
The glowing trutlis, is, ever the same 

That life in them was to unfold. 
Suffering, and death, in the echo of time 

As electric fire from the throne of heav- 
en ; 
In different lands it will often chime 

The truth, to all people, freely given. 

Caesar, and Napoleo^n, with military tact. 

Won renown in greatness of battle ; 
And gave to the world many a fact. 

That fight alone could only settle : 
Along the ages of bible time. 

War and rumors of war, stired the men, 
To sounding notes of bugle rythm ; 

Then oft repeated, their last amen. 

Does art eclipse the original scene 
Convey to sight, as lines to mind 

The real trutli of a mighty dream 
And to the artist very kind? 

A picture view before us set. 
Something near — tho' far away 



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Fresh in mind it seems direct 
As art on canvass can jDortray. 

The sweetest music, notes appealini^ 

All to life most truly dear; 
Tlie tender thought to us revealing 

Of something higher — beyond us here. 
Tho' sad may be some minor strain 

It brings to mind, another, near; 
An echo caught— its last refrain 

In musical realm's, -to grasp — it liere. 

The beautiful hue of lovely aurora. 

O'er the world each day to rise; 
Such, to the people was Victoria 

In rigliteous ways the Queen advise. 
While nations bow to one so great. 

Her glorious deeds pass down the ages; 
One more to add — to heavenly saint. 

And more than wise, among the sages. 

The bloody age, in all the past, 

Kings', and queens', with bodies liead- 
less 
Wliile still the l)loo(l was flowing fast 

Y.)V a crown. Seems l)ut heedless. 
ThcMi \'ic':(>ria came to conquer. 

And to bring a peaceful throne; 



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Mot a regent, in all lier senior, 

Held the scepter royal, as Vic alone. 

In Belfast rests the bell-St. Patrick's will, 

He rang the bell in early time 
When ont it pealed o'er vale and hill 

And far away the echo chime. 
To where the shamrock gently grew, 

In modest manner furnished green — 
For saint and sinner just a few, 

That in the throng it might be seen. 

The little things ])uild mountains high 

Each in its place, his work to do; 
Tho' oft in life, may heave a sigh 

The work goes on, and building too. 
Tho' one may fall along the line. 

And sadness gather to a tear. 
Advance the step, and bring to time. 

Some other one, just as dear. 

The exploring craft that crossed the ocean. 

Found the land that gave them berth 
To all their hope, as well as mission 

In the country of greater worth : 
Hard they toiled, with hardships greater 

For their right to here maintain, 
Witli the native who had rather 

With his choice still remain. 



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The one great problem to unfold 

The little group on board May-flower, 
To struggle on, the half not told — 

Seed to sow, and make their flour, 
While scenes from liome — and old home 
nest. 

To liopeful future, and brave all weather 
To find a land, for them the best 

Tho' scarce a mite, the band together. 

The ebb and flow of ocean wild 

Its daily course is sure to make 
No contra' force of man or child 

Oan swerve one moment, its conise to 
take. 
The work goes on, from sun to sun, 

The world is full of books of men. 
Age, upon age, as the story run, 

In solid prose-now-as then. 

Across the tide, the swarming million 

Now land on soil for years unknown ; 
The worth of gold above the billic.i 

Has made the sum already known ; 
The ocean's trend to cross the (■( ci. 

Bars no ones, in lowly station ; 
And while the cargo often sleep. 

The ships pass on to another nation. 



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The British tea in Boston harbor, 

They served it up in briny water; 
Then red-coat force lost their ardor 

When on tea, tliey could not barter. 
London holds a custom still 

Tlie social function to a friend 
A cup of tea, — at each ones's will 

My kindly offer — to you send. 

Each page in life the daily scroll. 

One bit of history, beyond, is made; 
The good or bad too oft unroll 

For every life has its grade. 
In battles large, and others small 

Some to win, wliile others fail; 
Each, in his place, is sure to fall 

On his own craft — an even sail. 

Life holds a mission for each to till. 

For facts are real, as we pass along; 
Oft we take the lesser still 

To prove that life is but a song; 
Yet, life is earnest for he who will. 

The mountain move, or problem solve 
For he Avho mints at the mill 

And from gold, the dross dissolve. 



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The uplift work of Willarcl's life 

Resetting the plan of darker age, 
And bringing to front all who strive 

To freely earn an honest wage. 
The world to us is an open book, 

Tho' largely made by men, and women; 
To find her ever in patli or nook, 

Tho' drear the way — is l)righter omen. 

The red cross mission as ready factor 

Tho' rescue work, is not half told 
By the thousands — for an actor, 

Help for weary oft tried soul. 
Be it war, or famine sufferer, 

Aid for them is ever ready. 
Full of love the mission succor 

To lowly ones, who are the needy. 

Inventions great, througli science made. 

The cabled news around the world ; 
The Edison light improves the trade 

While light on darkness is the word : 
Still newer things reveal a wonder 

The brighter talent to portray; 
And out of tliouglit to part asunder 

Sometliing useful in its way. 



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The iron horse, o'er all the land; 

His speed is great, by steaming force; 
And yet in quiet will gently stand. 

Along his line of racing course. 
His transportation is also great, 

Man may pass with lightning speed, 
O'er the line of every state. 

Along the nuirt of l)usiness need. 

A blowing, snorting hery thing; 

A spark of fire from engine turn, 
(And oft gives trouble wher'er it ring.) 

And beautiful things into blackness burn. 
The wind may guide with lightning force, 

And leave Avith darkness a shadow stern ; 
Yet water oft may turn its course. 

While peace about, does not return. 

(The above v^as written after suffering the 
loss of beautiful trees.) 

The lovely Howers, on earth's broad field. 

Whence came their color of gorgeous hue? 
Is fairy land their native shield 

While spring time showers are ever true? 
To bring them forth out of sleep 

That bud to blossom is sure to yield 
And into bloom they slowly creep 

And make of earth, a garden field. 



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The woodJand, bloom, in hiding place, 
We seek to find them in their nook; 

Tho' mortal eye dost not deface 
The public lane they oft forsook. 

The waxen kind, white and clean 
In spiral l)loom delicately fair; 

The flower, and leaves like angels seen, 

Mid woodland leaves, is sheltered there. 

Nature's too — of the woodland kind 

Touched by light of the infinite-wise. 
As glowing sparks, on human mind 

Abide, and dwell, in eternity rise. 
The diamond sends its Hashes out. 

Radiating space far and near. 
The falling star, its train throughout 

Go silently forth in transit clear. 

Two mighty oceans, east and west. 

Where billows dash against the rock. 
In greater things at their best 

And w^ith the tempest often lock 
In strong embrace, and wildly beat 

The raging element — in fury's force 
Then strive to gain a conquering feat 

The wildest tumult in their course. 

Deep lie buried many a fact 

Beneath the wave of ocean wild ; 



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It yields tliem not, the wayward act 
And cruel death of man or child. 

Tlie pirate's force did oft control 
The weaker ship, or man-of-war, 

And of its burden — not enroll 

Then place him on a sinking spar. 

It came to pass as time rolls on, 

The sister '^Oceans'- sought to kiss 
Across the Isthmus. So it won. 

For ten long years — and not to miss, 
The project great through science plan 

To study out and practice make, 
Tho' far above the average man. 

With many a life at the stake. 

Here is seen the ''black man's burden," 

In the heat of another clime ; 
Hills and boulders serve as guerdon 

Flint and gravel in a mine : 
When Colon street is paved with water, 

And larger ships go sailing through. 
The mighty deep it does not alter, 

To sail the ''Panama" is something new 

Eve's, voice from Spirit land — 

"The earth's great work is fairly set. 



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Had I obeyed the first command 
The living drama-?20^ one-\md met. 

While actors play their varidns part 
In way's of life — as tradition prove, 

On all the stages, as if by heart. 
Let the doubtful far remove." 

Adam-whispers-while wiping the sweat 

Off his brow, with the palm of his hand, - 
'^Fain, would I be in the garden now 

Instead of toil on unfruitful land. 
Had I obeyed the first command 

An easy life with much to eat, 
And every thing at ready hand 

With life to me very sweet." 

Witli faith uppermost — and faith all a- 
round 

The liills and the mountain 
May be brought to the ground. 

Echo upon eclio, in the songs refrain. 
Mite upon mole-hill, does the mountain re- 
gain ; 

Stone upon stone, along the dark ages. 
Work upon work, is man to his wages. 

Life unto life, may he ever retain. 

[Continued.] 



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WORLD'S WORK. 
PART 2. 

Emotional. 
The spirit large, for the clay it held. 
Looked out broad. The world beheld 
Who said to the spirit. ^'Thou art but one 
The earth is covered from sun to sun 
With he who bide on just his line 
Nor try to reach the expanse of time ; 
Yet, in his way the pleasures seek 
And meet them daily in welcome greet." 

The spirit replied with mighty force — 
I cannot be controlled in a narrow course, 
To broaden out above the stars 
(Tho' now I think of beautiful Mars) 
.^tars would I wear in my daily crown. 
Diamonds also with their glittering re- 
nown 
Would pave my way on yon walking street 
Where golden slippers adorn my feet." 

Spirit : 
''Alms white and clean in an inner mien. 
To prove it hj an outward scene ; 
Then shake from off the dusty robe 
To whiten spirit in its abode. 



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The dross from gold is all impure 
I'd have it not to make it sure 
That I from evil may depart, 
And prove it by an honest heart. 

World : 
Sigh not for things above your reach 
And try all earth to ready teacli : 
Take the things you surely find, 
And bring them justly to your mind. 
Fate placed you here for pleasures great 
In it, enter, without mistake; 
Take up the fun you see and find 
And enter there witli all your mind. 

Millions of dollars change hands in one day, 
Who out for fun dare this gainsay? 
In every form to invite you on 
When out for sport to look upon; 
Devices great, with no mistake. 
While troubles you should oft forsake. 
The city spurns an honest time 
Ami very prose is more tlum rliyme. 

Too good for earth? How came you here? 
I think to find you out of sphere; 
To sigli for those is not your lot 
Sure are you, to be out of spot. 



Wliile ill the world do as the rest, 
Not all the time as you think best; 
The lottery now is often bold, 
A lucky ticket you may hold. 

Many are they who find it sal'e, 
To enter here in this very place; 
Poor as Jol) in his sufferings turn, 
Rich as Croesus in it may earn; 
'Tis easy to take the lighter road. 
By each in turn to make it broad. 
Tho' you gain not — by a day, 
Mind what others have to say. 

Spirit : 
In higher altitude w^ould I remain 
Nor stoop to grovel in world-wide shame 
The lower revel of satin's vice — 
And other's too would 1 advise. 
To shun such plans of devil's w^ork; 
Be not in truthful paths a shirk 
And hold to higher aims in life 
That later on, we gain the strife. 

High above is cast our anchor 
Where the storms do not enter. 
When the trials of earth are past 
This be the haven to the last. 



Earthly pleasures vanish. A bubble broken 
Just one moment for a token, 
As a dream in nightly vision — 
Oft 'tis termed in great derision. 

Spirit : 
Enter the city, the ])y-ways and lane. 
Now take your choice, also your game; 
The race-course ready for man and horse 
A drink for the loss to lighten remorse. 
Step one side — the bet goes higher. 
Interest is great, so oft he goes nigher, 
Proves by the shout that he is winner 
Tho' nary a one, to him, is the sinner. 

The dance hall is often tried. 
The fair one by your side ; 
To glide on foot the fantastic toe 
And beat about the silent foe ; 
Elixir of love is served up here 
With the youth who still are fair. 
The fun to gain — do not miss it all 
And thus in life be very small. 

Spirit : 
There are many millions this very day, 
With millions and millions stored away; 
T>)'st ever love the golden dollar. 
With all its worth to a wealthy feller? 



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The love of gain for many a year, 
In it serve, without one fear — 
All my needs are fully supplied. 
Not one whatever, am I denied. 

World : 
''Oh! SolenI" cried Croesus, wlien near un- 
to death, 
''My pleasures are vanished I liave no rest. 
Give me a kingdom on eternity's shore 
Where life doth last forevermore. 
The world-wide revel 1 sought and gained. 
The baul)le of vanity was where 1 aimed." 
Fun seekers of pleasure attend to thy way, 
Not here on prol^ation to alway stay . 
"The highest kingdom here on earth. 
Is just wliat a fellow is really worth; 
Now step within the broadest realm, 
And steer the ship at the helm — 
It matters not by honest luck, 
Still a sinner must have some pluck, 
To try all means the ends to meet, 
And all the time at the business seat." 

The sporting man — mate with him 
Surely, you Avill find, therein no sin. 
He sails along an easy gait 
'Tis readily seen a man of fate. 



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No duties hard will hold him there, 
This line of work is not his share. 
Some may have a harder lot 
But he for one — has it not. 

There are other places I dare not tell 
Silence, may better in it dwell. 
To live on earth and be out of sphere 
Is not for mortal remaining here. 
Take up your idol while sunshine last 
And live in revil — not often fast — 
When plenty stands by your open door 
And offered up, at times before. 

Spirit : 
The gigantic force in the cyclone sent 
In mighty work's the earth to rent. 
The force above is infinite power 
Tho' it A^anish-simultaneous, in an hour. 
Tame the wind-from whence it came! 
Nor earth alone to prove the same? 
The worldly tritles here brought out 
Is on a level with the spout." 

*'The clouds which holds the tempest-blast 

Then rifts about until the last; 

When fortli it bursts w^th tempestuous 

speed. 
All the earth would wipe with greed. 



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Thus it is, where pleasures . found, 
Among the peopk' ol' the ground; 
The liigher force will surely win, 
'Tis best to purge from nil sin." 

, Spirit : 

^The ])risoner oft in his narrow cell — 
Looks out on the world as a little hell; 
Yet, should he step beyond his bar, 
Will find all gates to him ajar. 
The world allures him in its fun. 
While oft he gets it on a run ; 
His time is spent in a narrow sphere 
Where vain desires are ever near.'' 

''The precepts of men" 
As life with them ; 
Teach of the kingdom — not earth as a plea 
The treacle of pleasure in vanity be. 
Thus in life's work on tempestuous sea, 
Tossed on the billows and anchored at lee. 
Wide is the world, and broad is the heav- 
en, 
May our anchor l)e cast in the peaceful ha- 
ven. 

Whatsoev'r we sow, we'll surely reap 
Along the highway and dusty street. 



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The way is jjlaiii, and in its charm 
One is sheltered from all harm ; 
To feel a sense of infinite peace 
When out of evil, is sure release. 
The golden gate left ajar 
To reach the (/oal and brighter star. 



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SNOWFLAKES. 

April snow showers white and clean, 
From wonder-land, by angels seen; 
On earth they came not to stay 
Bat with the sunlight melt away. 

Yet in memory, they hold a symlwl 
As the harp, or kind of tymbal, 
Or the song of a summer's day. 
When to autumn, it passes away. 

Bird, bud and blossom on timely w^ng. 
Bring to earth a blessed thing; 
Yet we find they do not stay, 
Then make us happy for a day. 

Life is dear — we too must pass 
As the tiny — or l)lade of grass. 
But could we dim the angel-robe 
In the mansion — tlieir abode : 

Shake the stars off our dress 
And bring t.) eartli their address 
Of angel mission pure and wise 
To teacli the earth to do likewise. 



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AGASSIZ. 



Written and read before The Woman's 
Club, Lodi, Wis. 

About, — within God's almighty plan 
He formed the eart]i,l'or His people to span ; 
All things minute — with atoms of sand 
Quickly made by His infinite hand; 
Hidden treasures that surpass all art, 
Bountiful blessings in every nuirt. 

Ages, upon ages, the study of num, 

Bring to light. His various plan ; 

They are workers who delve out trutli, 

The brain-born toiler of science forsooth ; 

Slowly he works in wisdom's way 

The plan of redemption must ever sway. 

The masters work He fits for man, 
Deep down in heart — we scarcely scan, 
The majesty, of the thoughtful brow. 
For height and depth he livetli now. 
Oft'n, failure, marks success, 
God's problem solved, with plain address. 

Daily burns liis tapor of light, 
Tho' his form, moves not in sight. 



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Striving to catcli an intrinsic thought 
Ere it vanishes and turns, to aught. 
Tlie benefactor of the masses, 
In memory, — tlie wise and pure Agassiz. 

We can never truly associate knowledge 
and experience, with youth. 



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TRIBUTE. 
(To the Memory of a Dear Friend.) 

Pleasant moments, on them linger; 

As the page of life is turned ; 
When the book is closed for ever 

When the lesson we have learned. 

Not a fault — we love forever, 

In the part of life she bore; 
Tho' her duty here may sever. 

And the spirit to heaven soar. 

The world seems drear and out of place. 
As loved ones oft take their tlight, 

And leave us ever in the race. 
Perhaps the end, is but a mite. 

To know her well, is but to love. 
The Christian grace in every act 

That bind our lives to those above 
The chain complete, as one compact. 

Death hath no sting. — We pass beyond. 
The promise giv'n is always bright; 

Where gladsome joy witli us abound, 
In ways of pure and spiritual light. 

— Pu])lished. 



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THE VALUE OF LIFE. 

Ring out sadness — ring in joy. 

Help the weary to a brighter way ; 
Save the mind from its alloy 

Step by step to gain the day. 

Greater things we learn to grasp, 
As we reach them in our toil. 

Yet the smaller, will ever last 
As we lay them in the wall. 

On firm foundation may we stand, 
To build in art faultless grace, 

And weave the fabric, -be it grand 
With warp and woof to fill its place. 

Through lonely vale the height attain. 
The saddest days are almost passed; 

With silvery locks we here renuiin. 
The pi'oof of what we were at last. 



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EMBLEM. 

Sweet scented Hower, scatter the cloud ; 
With each sigh not broken ah)nd, 
Hushed by a glimpse of a single spray. 
Touched by the sun's omnipotent ray ; 
Whence came this wondrous light? 
No one describes, tlio' he hath siglit — 
To pluck the Hower, sweet and bright 
Love its beauty, with strength and might: 
Within, the symbol proves true and grand, 
For some great pur pose near at hand,- 
That man and flower live and die; 
The Hower to clieer without a sigh. 
Give beauty witli but little care 
Go seek God's gift everywhere. 



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THE HARVEST RAIN. 



Spatter — spatter — spatter water, 
As the clouds sift the matter 
O'er the field of ripening grain, 
Tho' the reaper dreads the rain. 

God al)ove so rules the weather. 
All things best for man together; 
While the traveler speed his way 
Along the path-way ought to say — 

How fresh the air from cooling draught 
Tho' hard the way we never sought. 
Yet too, the world we owe this travel, 
Tho' oft 'tis found to be but gravel. 

The mighty ones are those in luck, 
He it is that has the pluck; 
Rain which falls on man alike 
Just the one it oft doth strike. 

He tempers not the wind for one. 
Special agents hath He none. 
Breezy gushes one and all. 
All — to glory doth He call. 



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Make the best — all sorts of weather, 
Dry, or damp in field or heather, 
Olouds above, hath silver lining. 
May we see, with no repining. 

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ODE TO COBB CREEK. S. D. 

Grand old scenery in summer's stealtli, 
With us abide in surrounding wealth, 
Other objects in fine array; 
View of the back ground far away; 
The winding creek with natural force 
Its every way along the course, — 
One moment on the bank above, 
The charm to gather in its love ; 
With parted foliage to view the water — 
A picture presented to the author : 
Onward moving ever the same, 
Never seeking worldly fame. — 
The better things in life impart. 
More common ways an early start ; 
To find in life one's only equal. 
Too late — it proves to be the sequel. 
I love thee better thou silent spirit. 
For ;ill thy beauty, did'st hold in it. 
A draught from thee would e'er suffice 
To build and gain eternal life. 

— Published. 



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IN THE DELLS OF WISCONSIN. 
(The Famished Kitten.) 

The timeroiis little pleading, 
The sufferer made beseeching, 
To prove its heart was aching, 
The moans were far o'erreaching, 
In voice of weak disdain, 
For help it sought to gain ; 
Eacli sound gave vent to feeling 
The outer world appealing. 

To reach the grotto below the rock. 
Where fate itself often lock, 
The shelf projecting overhead. 
Gave the prisoner greater dread. 
Of no escape from watery sleep, 
For all around was water deep; 
The famislied thing called for aid, 
Its pleading voice it plainly made. 

Far above, he, thought to gain 
The very place from wlience it came 
Out of misery one may strive, 
Some greater act to devise, 



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A rescue for the suffering one, 
In proper time it wus begun; 
For death alone came very near 
The littk^ kitten moaning here. 



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SOWING SEED. 

Sowing the seeds in tlie slums of life ; 
Rescue the fallen from tlie pits of vice : 
The seed of the Giver, is purged from woe, 
'Tis the light of the world, where'er He 
sow. 

The power to heal the leprous wild; 
The dead He raise with words mild. 
Gave life to him the portal cross — 
All things He doeth, with one voice. 

The jets of truth are fully given, 
Preface the path to enter heaven; 
Along the Avay He early trod 
The mighty works, of Eternal God. 



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VAPORY CLOUD. 

A little 'loiidlet lloating by, 

Bii'tiiig near — yet in the sky, 

It seeiiie;! so pure and vapory fair, 

I stopped to wonder — who was there : 

It lloated on — o'er my head, 

I fain would know: — just then said 

A voice— tho' still, came to my aid, 

(, A spirit: — Be thou not afraid 

Will come for thee some future day;") 

Wafting on, it floats away; 

Tiie transit made in silvery cloud. 

From earth to sky is not a shroud; 

Yet joy and light supremely line, 

Light and joy is all sunshine. 



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THE LITTLE CORAL. 

In silent revery, and quiet thought, 
Mould the mind as we are taught : 
Stand guard o'er truth forever sought, 
In coral reef mid ocean wave, 
Each little insect forms its grave. 

The mighty little's of numerous acts 
Form a reef by its tact. 
In deepest ocean — for a fact; 
Where water trend by natural force 
The reef doth show its outer course. 

Thus in life, let each one mark. 
Day by day a coral's part. 
Step by step in work and art; 
More than wealtli, to view it brings. 
When o'er the wave it ever rings. 

Tho' an animal — yet a flower. 
To show to man its gift and power. 
In great events the Avorld to claim. 
To prove its being not insane ; 
But wisely work, to leave a name. 



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In highest heaven, or broadest sea. 
Mid ocean depth, or safe retreat, 
We munnur not of dire defeat; 
While waves are dashing 
May right and justice ever stand. 



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LAST DAY OF JUNE. 

I love you — lovely June 

Roses, strawberries and bird song tune ; 

Thy thirty days is not enough, 

To last me all the year through ; 

Thou dost ever lead in gifts rare. 

No other month is half so fair. 

Care I not to linger now. 

When on the day I made my vow. 

Of all the days — of all the year, 

I lived it through with no fear. 

Birds were singing from every ])ran('!i, 

I sang my song as if by chance. 

The day expired so did my June, 

Now, I'm all out of tune ; 

My lirst and dearest, only love. 

It came to me from above, 

I knew it by its holy light. 

Its silvery ray caught my sight. 

Gentle zephyrs stirs fragrance still. 

Of many odors in vale and hill ; 

The clover blossom in meadow sweet. 

And jacky-jump- up at my feet; 

The perfume heavy — 1 know not where 

Great draughts, I take in open air. 



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Memory, holds the gifts of grace, 
All the rare ones fills its place ; 
The mind is richer, and broader grew 
From lovely views, it passetli through ; 
By chance, you meet just the one, 
A rose added to the daily sun. 

To clasp the seal just as it set, 
The perfect one, in silence sent 
The greatest gift to any mind. 
The truer light to really find ; 
And lead along the quiet path 
To purer thoughts, that ever last. 

— Published 



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POET? NO. 



A poet? No, 1 never could rise, 

Up ill the morn before sunrise ; 

Sip of the dew-drop on blooming rose tree, 

Nor drink of the morning — with busy bee. 

Oft in tlie twilight, the bird song 1 hear, 
The morning air is ever so clear: 
The sweetest song of all the day, 
Is one he sings in early May — 

Or June, perhaps — (mistaken be) 
For not a poet you may see ; 
In stupid way, to reign supreme, 
To take it easy, in my dream. 

Oh! 'Tis J\}ne — I remember now. 

The very song-gate is open new; 

The sweetest and best, of heaven is sent. 

The song of the l)ir(l, with celestial intent. 

But then — just hark'n-to the busy world. 
Onward — push — is the great watchword. 
Tlio' not a poet, 1 here may prove. 
That life within is on tlie move. 

The little trials, I often make. 

Prove the greater, wliich I undertake. 



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The book of life is not yet closed, 
Its pages marred, as I supposed. 

Yet — the best — within me is, 
On this record as it is; 
Fear I not, for little Avit, 
Here's the best,-— you have— it. 



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THE NIGHT BLOOMING CEREUS. 

Opened, the window of heaven, 

In the darkness of the night, 

Visions of etherial beauty dawn upon the 

sight — 
A cereus, in snow-white raiment driven. 

Beautiful, in its wondrous light, 
'*An angel guise," is oft repeated. 
A messenger to be transported, — 
No earthy mass produce the like. 

Waxen touches, why at midnight close? 
Stay but an hour — haste thee not away, 
Ldnger 'till the morning sun send her ray. 
That artist brush may catch the pose. 

Heaven's own; God's glorious sight. 
One link of chain to twine the soul, — 
To purer thoughts, on daily scroll ; 
Now turn from darkness unto light. 

— Publislied. 



HOME PICTURE. 

Little white cottage sjiaded with green, 
Grass in meadow, surrounding the scene; 
The timely oak in its creviced furrow 
With branches broad for native sparrow^ 
Or robin singing since the shower 
His sweetest notes on highest bower. 

The sweetest apples, by the window grew, 
Where many winters, had l)raved]it through; 
The robin oft had l)uild her nest. 
In the sunniest place he thought best; 
The Mrs. robin thatched the home 
With tiniest straw — while he laid some. 

A sample here of home life too, 
Where littles ones lived and grew. 
Four in the nest with ten<^^'er care 
Grew from naked — to feathers fair ; 
Out on branches each flapped his wing 
Then started off when ready to sing. 

A.pple, grape and peaches too. 

Oft the wind through the branches sough ; 

Bearing to the ground ripened fruit. 

Where many a lover proves his suit; 

And lowly bends in a gracious way 

To fit his taste, and ^ 'thank you say." 



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Flowers crown the hill top hill, 
Where beauties grow at leisures will; 
Their fragrance waft on morning air 
While the beauteous rose grew readily 

there 
Sweet-pea in grandeur on trellised frame 
Their odor doth praise them just the same. 

The cloudlet floated in azure sky, 
No one could guess the reason why; 
Yet sunny skies do not alway last. 
Whirl thunder clouds with heavy blast; 
Then rays of sunlight peeped tlirough, 
While now in life, sweet flowers strew. 



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OUR HEROES. 

We strew the ])lossoms, and strew them 

deep 
O'er the fallen, who have dropped asleep, - 
While on duty, for nation's needs. 
They gav^e their life, in heroic deeds. 

Tho' others lived, their fruits to gain, . 
May we in praises, their names proclaim 
And may we bow in humble prayer. 
To God who gave and saved them there. 

The loveliest blossoms are theirs by right. 
They fought and Avon, at duty's might; 
Laid down their lives that right prevail 
And gave up all, that right avail. 



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FAMINE IN JAPAN. 

I catch an echo far o'er the sea, 

Its saddest strain now reacheth me; 

The starving ones in distant land 

Wliere food is scarcely on demand; 

The war cloud, has drifted, far away. 

Yet, the darkest battle, is on to day. 

The wail of the babe, on the motlier's 

• breast; 
And the mother, Avho, has gone to her rest; 
Arouse ye millions, and give your aid, 
To the suffering ones that war lias made : 
God gave you much of worldly st )re, 
Now prove in heaven, you have something 
more . 



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BEFORE THE WORLD WAS. 

"Before the world was," can I fathom the 

deep? 
And through all the ages, glance in at a 

peep. 
If so, now I see, around and about. 
Such beauties of nature, just living it out. 

Sin had not entered, that sphere of the 

mind ; 
And all seemed to dwell, with only their 

kind. 
Fruit was their living, and purely their 

diet, 
Wliich liglitly served the plowman, and he 

lived thus in quiet. 

Their robes seemed ready, no one knew 

where 
They were formed, in tlieir glory, and made 

out of air. 
Repairs were not needed, while darns were 

but rare 
In the region of perfection, and all was 

fair. 



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We supposed to have dropped, from off of 

thunder ; 
When lightning flashed, to sever asunder; 
Then, be it known that the flashes were 

number, 
As mortals awaken, and rise from their 

slumber. 

''Before the world was," In the state where 

seemed to dwell — 
Not in frogs, or leaf, or branch, 1 knoAv it 

very Avell. 
'Twas but the grandest sphere, wliere all 

were happy then. 
Worshiping tlieir maker, and angels were 

not men. 

I saw them dressed in robes, not really, 
garl)s of men : 

lb seemed all right, just as they were then. 

Each fltted to their place, and rightly gain- 
ed success. 

For this was the <)})ject, to give no distress. 

The image of tlieir maker, and very near 

the throne, 
Where all seemed unity, while all were 

fairly known. 



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One purpose to attain, of the very higher 

kind, 
To build, and broaden ont, the intellectual 

mind. 

It was known at the time, we were fitting 

for someother sphere ; 
But where, or how, it did not just appear. 
Of the seventh heaven, we might there a- 

bide. 
But how came we here, on this other side? 

The clouds overhead, seemed to hold some- 
thing of the kind ; 

Yet, there was no forethought in any of our 
mind. 

The clouds wove a fabric of which we were 
clad. 

At least, it seemed that way, now we were 
glad. 

But life, how came we in it, and active all 

the same? 
And what was our duty? For we had no 

name. 
But each one knew just where to begin; 
And all moved on, for there was no sin. 



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Oh! Duty. Yes, and the days were very 

long : 
But never any aches, or, deaths to prolong. 
Worry on the mind, was never thought to 

be 
Part of existence, we ever chanced to see. 

Tlio', in our mind remained, some celestial 
planet still ; 

In hope to gain the V)etter, and the station 
ever fill. 

Never anxious for the future, the plan was 
always nuide ; 

The wise, and the true, were by Him just- 
ly laid. 

Just as the angels are, in white robes array ; 

And thus it seemed all the time, with this 
every day. 

Emerged into one, and the sexes passed 
that way. 

All clad as angels are, in white robed ar- 
ray. 

The flowing robes of angels, did gladly suit 

the sex; 
And all would w^ear it, deemed this the next. 



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Yet, there were no trials, everything was 

passing fair ; 
And all the time we had it, just, to live 

on air. 

Tlie thniider roared, and roared. The light- 
ning Mashed : 
Transported, from sphere, to sphere. Here, 

at last. 

Above, is the sequel, to all my daily prose. 
The trials here, are just, as I suppose. 
I have to meet them somewhere, as -disci- 
pline you know; 

'Tis the very best to meet them, just here 
below. 



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RESCUE. 

Anchored in the Savior's love, 
Every breath from Him above ; 
Tho' our life is but a part, 
Yet, — the flow is from the heart. 

In wisdom's light may it be, 
A perfect way to ever see, 
The righteous path as n'er before. 
Directly to the open door. 

Love and truth, is ever Thine ; 
Ask a portion — ever mine. 
Free the gift to one and all, 
Saints are pleading since the fall. 

Look without o'er ])roadest sea. 

The ship is tossing on the lee; 

The souls to save that none be lost. 

On dangerous waves they now are tossed. 



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SONNET. 

The Spring-time Poet. — 
Pray — iiow can he help it? 
The renewal of life 
In the moment of strife ; 
Where-bird-bud, and blossom dwell, 
And all nature as well — 
As Poet; He is brim-full, 
Blame him not for being dull; 
And if a little does spill o'er 
Oft-time has happened heretofore; 
Tho' ridicule may ])e his lot, 
Greater poets, are in the plot. 



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LICENSE. 

God ! awaken tlie churcli, awaken the state, 
Awaken our people, the rich and the great : 
Hurl thunder- bolts down, if need be to stay, 
This traffic in blood ;(}od hast'n 1 pray. 



The poetry of living, is the highest man- 
ner of existence. 



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SACRED SCROLL. 

I looked beyond o'er tiowery field, 
Where greater wealth oft doth yield; 
Yet care I not for glittering gold, 
The love I know has n'er been told; 
It lieth deep, no word can reach 
The sacred truth — nor to nie teach ; 
Flower may know, but not the gold 
Their scented breath doth n'er unfold, 
For secrets lie within each leaf, 
And Iniried there with no grief. 
Hearts may know where secrets dwell. 
While on beyond 'tis ever well. 
Too sacred for an earthly roll. 
But in the future, 'tis on the scroll. 



110 



ROBIN IN THE RAIN. 

The singing bird may soar high, 
Yet he rests beneath the sky. 
The spirit goes above to rest, 
And there abides at its best. 

Why not man be more than bird? 
With its praises oft'n heard. 
For his maker who gave him l)reath 
And live forever in eternal rest. 

We follow on wliile voices ring, 
And all the time with praises sing. 
Anthems pure we still will bring 
Proclaim Him Lord our Royal King. 

Chorus. 
Proclaim Him Lord our Royal King, 
Anthems pure we still will liring 
And all the tima witli praises sing 
We follow on while voices ring, 
Our Royal King. 



Ill 

BUILDING. 

We ])uild eacli day a holy name — 
As masons build a mansion fair, 
From the ground high into air. 
If the life is only brief, 
Then Avhen nature gives relief. 
The spirit takes its place of fame. 

The change of life is only fair — 
The world alone is stepping place, 
For mortals running in the race. 
With all the cunning of Adam's sin, 
Where evil sits and lures them in ;- 
We rise above to meet them there. 

The angels now in glory see — 
Just to dwell in their abode. 
With purest wdiite, their holy robe. 
Here below, eye hath not seen, 
The glory 'round their daily mien. 
Shout glory, glory, just to be. 



112 



ASTEROID AND GALLEY. 

Anchored to windword in a gale, 
Spirit strives and evil fail. 
The darkest pit we may avoid, 
Tlie lesser planet an asteroid. 

It leadetli tlie way to a brighter day 
And with faith forever stay; 
It bnilds a mansion very fair, 
For all wlio do, and ever dare. 

For His own. He plannetli all; 
Those very things are never small. 
Each fill its place assigned to ])e. 
When ever after some will see. 

May I Avith others, the light to know 
And see it ever as it flow. 
In sparkling rays from God on high, 
And with Him later be ever nigh. 



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DIAMONDS. 

He who wears a diamond pin 

May rue the day he did begin ; 

Though, brightest rays it may transmit 

Its lower level may be a pit, 

Where night sets in, no sparkling ray 

To flash the diamond as bright as day. 

There is a crown of diamond jets. 
So lowly worn that none forget. 
The little deeds so brightly shine, 
To gather them up — for all time ; 
Tho' none may know just where abide 
And all the time just by your side.- 



114 



TO CLARENCE. 

Beloved nephew — in college course, 
Witli truth, it comes in common force. 
Pleasure, with trials, we each attain 
With a generous share of worldly fame, 
My wishes best — beloved one. 
To clieer beneath your daily sun. 
And may your craft forever be, 
An even sailer, on open sea; 
Tho' snags adrift, you often meet. 
Do not turn from your purposed seat. 
God is in it, He will guide. 
Be He ever by your side. 



115 



OKLAHOMA. 
Lottery 

The free Nations of the Earth, 

God's people yet abiding. 
A christian land — not of mirth, 

With trutii and worth, still abounding. 

We point with pride, to the banner high 
As it floats in yonder breeze ; 

While to him who draweth nigh. 
Warm the welcome o'er the seas. 

But; stands the Nation by the law? 

(Might l)e punished for the same) 
When the people now doth draw 

In the ''lottery," and be vsane? 

When the head, liath lost its head, 

But a walking stick remain ; 
Rescued ever — may be said, — 
Dear old banner floats the same. 



116 



MARCH. 

^11 is still, with buried force, 

Beneath the surface of March cold chill, 
Closely hound in nature's source, — 

With icy fetters the little rill 
Whose murmuring silence in wintry sleep. 

Is sure to waken witli bounding leap. 

Just harken I — A few days more 

Will bring to light unbounded wealth; 

When heaven opens her golden door, 
With showers of llowers is spring itself: 

The force now dormant, as may seem. 
Will brealc asunder as a dream. 

With summer sun that brings them fortli. 
And clothes tlie earth in shimmering 
green ; 

In varied hue's from whence its source 
No man has ever wisely seen ; 

Beyond, are many broader views, 
Kept by nature as a ruse. 

The surface clad in whitest snow. 

Is but to swell and open seed ; 
God knoweth best just how to sow, 



117 



The greatest wonder is our need ; 
There is but one, of all the rest, 
The life of light, is truly best. 



118 



AMBER SETTING. 

Our strength of faith is from Thy throne, 
The power to give is all Thine own, 
To build the life to a useful thing 
And may the saints in heaven sing. 

The gladsome day is just beyond 
All faith in Jesus still resound; 
And may we sing the Savior's name 
While every echo rings the same. 

The mighty one o'er earth and sea, 
All Thy kingdom proves to me 
That Thou dost guide, Thy holy cause 
And l)ring about the Moses laws. 

Thou art our Jesus, and dearest friend 
To tread the path — and mercy send, 
To beat about where liedges grow 
And even when, the blood doth flow. 

The earth too cold for such as Thou, 
For love Thou art, — and even now. 
May we give in measure full 
And over full, nor stop to rule. 

All is Thine by faith and love ; 
Now I bow to Thee above ; 



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And ask of Thee a pardon great. — 
For all llie sins the world doth make. 

I, even I, — to ask — so great a thing, — 
Sins my own, I ask to bring; 
The load is great — I cannot bear 
The heavy burden; — to leave it there. 



120 



BE NOT HIGH MINDED. 

I have wondered many a weary day 
For perfect peace. Then to find 
That art is not to me so kind. 
Perchance, I turn some other way 
And find that peace is not my mind ; 
In song, — I am sure to be left behind. 
For love of art I here betray. 
The Poet's tact we might profess. 
Yet sure to meet with some distress. 
For failure justly came that way. 
To settle down to lesser thing 
And try my mind for peace to bring — 
I knew it, — when it came to stay . 



121 



TWLIGHT CANYON. 
Color ADO. 

A canyon wild, deep in tlie rock; 

One would think it lone and bare, 

The tiny hair-bell scarcely growing tliere ; 

With <laniiD misty air in every nook. 

There is a canyon very deep 
Breakers dash on every side 
Moan the wind in crevice wide 
Eclio loud with toucliing sweep. 

This lovely canyon you may know, 
By stepping lightly o'er the moss, 
Eacli tiny cup with jewel-cross. 
And seed broad-cast we sow. 

Fh)wers bloom forever there. 
Autumn frosts nip not the race. 
Icy fingers leave no trace 
()[* cold grey winter's blustering air. 

We gather those beauties, every day ; 
Fresh the Howlers, and i^lenty too — 
Mysteries of the unseen life. 
Strewing fragrance o'er tlie way. 



122 

THE VIOLIN'ST. 
Love Ditty. 

At eve lie sat witli bow in hand 
A madien fair at his side doth stand, 
''Now, catch a chord and then to sing 
As tlie sound proceed from tlie violin." 

The notes came forth, tho' very sad 
Yet in his heart he was glad, — ■ 
That he could touch in music sweet 
The strongest love, for heart to greet. 

''Mind not the song," to her he said, 
"Tho' many a time my heart has bled 
No other sound can give it vent 
But "violin" — with hearts consent." 

"Tho' grey my hair, and I am old; 
Yet the music — so I am told 
Strikes, and vibrates the early life 
Deeply planted before the strife." 

"It leaves me pure at heaven's gate 
My early love — this to thy fate ; 
The chords of music which bind us there 
Through all the years, to do, and dare." 



128 



"HONOR FOR HONOR." 
Words of evangelist Terry. 

There eume from the piili)it a ])eiuitifnl 

thought 
Its tone from the ceiliiit wafted afar ; 
Echo, chased echo, which purity wrought 
And people were blessed by the joyous re- 
frain ; 
Each Isle from the sea redounded again. 
To the Isles of the ocean the wonderful 
strain. 

'^Honor for honor;" not vain those words, 
That dropped as 'twere, from lips divine; 
The change it made in the living world 
Brought peace and plenty to every mind; 
Not one sought evil — his friend to find, 
Of good intent were all inclined. 

Time sped on from quiet success 
To a purer, and higher standing in life. 
No prison house for idle redress — 
No habitation, low and vile, for manly strife. 
No grog-shop either, for the demon avenger. 
Smoothing his pillow of thorns. The ag- 
gressor. 



124 

No fonndliiigs home, for the child of sin, 
He is heir to a legacy; a chiUr? clean 

name. 
Purity, hath opened her door, and let him 

in. 
Honesty, brings him forth for liigher aim. 
Industry, has crowned him, as a golden 

mine. , 

As a pure being, he goes forth in God's 

sunshine. 

A clean life for two, is the height to gain. 
This world, tlio' a ball as it swings in space. 
May drop from its shore this age of sin. — 
Speed to the movement, the reform of the 

race 
Spur to the wind, a ballast to trace 
The all-saving power of habit — tlirougli 

grace. 

Grace for grace. No purer thouglit, 

Dropped from the sky of God's own sphere. 

Bright as the stars, which relle(*t their 
light, 

O'er the darkened i)lanet of evil — so near. 

Arise one hundred thousand ministers di- 
vine. 

Honor for honor — not one alone — 1>iit all 
pro(daim. 



125 



THANKSGIVING DINNER. 

Kitty and I, — on Thanksgiving day 
Left our books for a season of play ; 
We romped we ran out in the yard 
And played an hour, so very hard. 

When kitty spied up in the tree 
A sparrow bird, — then winked at me ; 
^'Oh no," I said, ''that will never do 
To dine upon Thanksgiving day, oh! no. 

''I tapped his ears, but oft* he sprang. 
Climbed the tree without a twang 
And bore the birdie to the ground. 
Then took the time to look around." 

"■'My Tempa cat, — I said to him, 
How dare you do, such a naughty thing. 
He gave a mew, and set to work. 
By angry pulls, and tortuous jerk." 

''In all my life, I ne're so illy fared; 
A sumptuous dinner, not even shared. 
For kit and sparrow were soon united, — 
With never a one, here invited." 



126 

[DECEMBER 31st MIDNIGHT. 

Hamilton, Mo. 

Not one luitioii, divides, the all ruling time, 
While still advancing in general line. 
Alike to all, each tongue may express, 
The pleasure, or torture of every redress. 
The growtli of the people in distant lands, 
Or the harbinger of good in lineal l)ands. 
Science, is the watchword on tlie face of 

the dial, 
(The way is open with no denial) 
Delves into tlie future, and brings to her 

feet, 
A chain of lightning so very neat; 
While various powers lie unexplored 
In tliis age of man to l)e adored. 

Old year, thou luist sped, leaving l)()unt- 
eous treasures, 

To the hum of the just, in musical meas- 
ures, 

Tho' tlie lines of thy youtli are furrovred 
and deep; 

Tlie la])or of time in succession doth reap. 

The old passes off — the new is on hand, 

(iiv(^ peac(^ to tlie future in rhythm grand. 



127 



TO MOTHER. 

A touch oi' holiness thou seemingly ))e, 
Spiritual guide for erring steps, iind way- 
ward w^ay. 
With strength of prayer on hended knee. 
And truthful sayings ever as they may; 
Or timely wor^l, as when they pass. 
Tho' like the image of a saint, 
While lying low beneath the grass, — 
The artist brush may truly paint. 

Thou dearest one, in truth to live. 
Pure and holy, as thou were to me. . 
Thy work complete — A life to give 
Well rounded, full, as thou did'st see, 
A faithful Friend oft time apace. 
While nearing the end of that to l)e; 
A sinful state through life erase 
And guard each act with every grace. 



128 



DELINQUENT. 

They called for my manuscript, 

Now I had none prepared. 

On the impulse of tlie moment — 

My muse-alas-then dared 

To pen a few lines to the editor, — 

Telling him plainly, the cause and effect, 

Of the chariot upsetting the debtor ; 

Then vanished all, with surprising effect. 

The scattering items were hard to gather; 

In vuin I tried to prove the sequel. 

Though light and airy as a feather 

I found not one to its equal. 

The bursting bnd on shrub and tree 

In genial warmtli advance the season 

Of l)righter days we hope to see 

Which proves to you our only reason. 



129 



FAC-SIM-l-LE. 

Youth and l)eauty sat in lier bower; 
High were her hopes to gladden the hour; 
Tranquil in beauty — serene in hope 
The gift of her star in lioroscope. 

The jets now sparkled in flickering light 
Clouds appear on the sunny height. 
Not obscure — yet lessen the lighter rays, 
Of the morning sun the following days. 

Mountains to climb with no guide 
Bleeding and torn with sigh subside. 
Happy, and cheerful the outer mien. 
Sad and Aveary the day it seem. 

The star so shine, unto the end 
Each path in life doth ever trend 
Toward the Giver, in every event 
In timoJA" need; to all intent. 



130 



THE CROWN. 

The events of life us one has lived 
Cannot be told in Hinisy word; 
The deepest trials in wliich we served 
We would blot, from memory as never 
stir'ed. 

Select the pure and l)righter thouglit 
As it is offered in each life. 
A sunny glimpse is often sought, 
To cheer us in our daily strife. 

The highest gift to each is given, 
Nor word alone express the sight. 
Beyond tlie earth — direct from lieaven, 
No other world is half as l)right. 

Words alone can ne'r portray 
The wonderous love presented liere, 
Nor voice to others, the fine array, Q 
When jewels to our sight apx^ear. 



181 



LIFE. 

The world is full of all divine, 
Since Jesns came in His own time ; 
Which gave to man a higher place, 
That he may live by holy grace. 

The world allures and draws him near, 
Tho' spirit force is gentle here. 
To teach the erring the truer way 
And gain the heavenly in future day. 

Thou holy One a life did'st give. 
That all through Him might ever live. 
And teach the world a better place, 
Through all the ages to run tlie race. 



132 



THE GROVE OF OLIVES. 
Eight Olive Trees. 

He taught His lesson in Galilee, 
Along the shore to Gethseniane, 
Then, in agony He spent the night. 
When He quietly went out of sight. 

The passion week was near at hand, 
His life w^as full of great command ; 
Yet the time was nearly full 
His suffering great, where bode Him ill, 

He knew of pain, — prepared the way 
In prayer and praise all the day. 
To His Father, who greater still, 
Gave His light the earth to fill. 

In blessed Jesus all light is given 
Through His work He taught of heaven, 
And all the way to just repent 
The Jesus 8on to us He sent. 



133 



THE SONG OF CHILDREN. 

Children, children, Oh hear the song. 
Rol)in red breast and blue bird too, 
They sing so sweet all day long 
Their song of music is just for you. 

Oh joyous day's of promise new. 
In open air how children sport? 
Bud and blossom will open true 
And give to nature its due report. 

God is in it every day. 
The quiet force is in it all; 
Revolve the seasons as they may, 
The force about is never small. 

New life abounds all o'er the land, 
The air above is fresh and sweet; 
Foot prints of children on the sand. 
Tell the story by prints of feet. 



134 



BIRTHDAY. 

A Miss came sauntering down the lane 
The grand broad brow pronounced her sane. 
Her easy step, and sparkling eye 
Espied no danger nearer by. 

''Oh! grand this universe," she said, 

''A mighty hand, above us laid, — 

In love and peace, we garner in 

A store of knowledge, and we just begin." 

"Fly to the wind all falsly pride 
Gird me to knowledge — naught else be- 
side. 
Give to my life this one desire, 
Tliis to my mind, I now require. 

Tlien stepping out into broader fields 
'Woman' too, will I ever shield 
From the mask so easily conferred 
By evil natures— how very absurd." 

"So easy since our parents fell, 
The Aveaker sex too often sell. 
1 am liappy in my maiden life 
None to contend, no outward strife." 



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I see before me the 
A spriglitly hiss — within doth brew 
The grand great purpose with no fears. 
For said the Maid — ''I am sixteen years. 



136 



NEW YEAR DAY. 
In Behalf of Oity Children. 

Great God of heaven, tliis New Year Day, 
Woiild'st send Thy blessings o'er all Thy 

way ; 
The lowly ones who seek Thy aid. 
With none to know, and all afraid ; 
The little ones, — no one to care 
Poverty and dirt seems but their share. 

The poor we have, and children too. 
Why not the rich for them to do? 
And make the world a better place 
With righteous cause for them to face, 
Not of earth but heaven's own will 
A spirit life for them to fill. 

Great God, oli, hear my humble prayer 
May it ])e right, and only fair. 
Of things we ask at Thy throne. 
Thou knowest best. Yet sad our tone. 
For little children we would implore 
That they be fed, at Thy door. 



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LOST. 

Lost — a wliite ribbon bow 
And, as he passed too and fro, 
Stooping low. He picked from dust 
What at first, he thought to trust. 

Brush, and shake it o'er and o'er. 
''Would they think me something more 
Were I to pin it, — let me see 
On my coat, and worthless me?" 

He strode along the dusty street, 
When by chance a 'Friend' to meet ; 
Tho' scarcely straight he did not walk 
And they together had a talk. — 

"Who pinned that bow so neatly there? 
While on your face is but a stare ; 
I see a wrong — thou art not true. 
The bow set right, is not your due." 

He dropped his head, as if for thought 
Till out he stammered-"I-I-I know I aught. 
To be a man, for one to meet, 
Not a soak for you to greet." 

"1 knew from whence the purpose came 
To find me out, and prove my shmae. 
Through vice alone is deadly sin, 
1 feel it now— as I begin." 



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'^My Friend, — My pledge to you I give; 
Nay more — I touch not while I live, 
The BOW I found set hie aright, 
The cleaner way came to my sight." 

The ''ribbon" moved on angel wing. 
Guide the erring to the fountain spring 
The wanderer lead to eternal life 
The way of peace — not of vice. 

The 'Friend' who reached and truly found 
The spirit clad in carnal ground, 
To brush the dust from oif his brow 
As he at first, brushed the bow. 

The OXE, who lost the ribbon bow. 
Had she a tliought to really know 
The virtue of a little deed. 
When purely sent in time of need? 

Those little thing too oft we spurns 
And look to greater, which we may earn. 
Step by step, we live to climb 
The greater height, to build the mind. 
When at the bottom, we never start 
With one great bound, to reach the art of 
life. 



139 



CONTEMPT. 

Insight credit of a lie. 
Vague notion, crazy brain, 
Wild fears who all disdain; 
Lasting evil which never die 
Ease the memory with a sigh. 
Buried at last the little lie. 



LIMES. 

It matters not, what we usually wear 
But what we really, and truthfully are. . 



140 



SING. 

Sing — and echo sings too, 
On yonder-hill-side, down the lane. 
From land of faries, the echo's refrain 
Shadowing voices, witli a ha-loo-loo- 

Grumble, and no minor strain 
Floats along the general main. 
Sending beyond no sweet refrain. 
Yet sinking to mire, with deep disdain, 



141 



INFINITE. 
Tlie spirit embodied in its form of clay, 
can no more be held indwelling, than can 
a ''bee" be confined in its cell during the 
summer season. 



142 



Truth.-Sacrificed On The Altar of Sham 

Sham took it easily. 
He built on his name, 
Sport tho' measly 
With him the same. 
His mark not high, 
Rode he in space, 
The wind doth sigh 
When oft in the race. 
Fun on the gallop 
Two rigged tho' it be. 
His bark now a shallop 
Put out to sea. 
His friends most numerous 
Till cash is spent 
Times most strenuous 
When dues are sent. 
At last the wiser, 
Tho' oft too late, 
Had he been miser 
With cash to state. 



143 



BABY FINGERS. 

True Story. 
Darling little Eva meditating, 
In the corner far from danger; 
While the baby fingers acliing 
From the touch of burning heater. 

Said mamma, ''Burny, burning." 
Little Eva thought to try 
Her own sweet way. Now is learning 
Not a tear did baby cry. 

As a kitten in corner thinking 
Of the way of right and wrong, 
Baby lesson of tlie morning, 
Here repeated in her song. 



144 



Who art thou... of wisdom,... holding forth, 
to grasp the God giving truths of the wide 
universe, and the blue expanse of the 
broad starry heavens. Let man consider, 
and be truly educated in the great works 
of Jehovah. 



SEP 5 1308 



